Goddamn, boy, that nigga Mac didn't never call, bro
But I'm seeing that nigga everywhere, bro (damn, Brandon)
Dawg, you know they say nigga went Hollywood and shit
Well, fuck that nigga, dawg
O.G.G, fuck is a O.G.G? (Damn, Brandon)
O.G.G, O.G.G, ayy, bro
You don't think that nigga really gettin' no money, right?
I mean, he ain't really fuckin' a ho, right?
Well, damn

Bitch, you guessed it, hoo
You was right
Bitch, you guessed it
Grah, grah, fuck nigga on sight
Bitch, you guessed it
Still in that place and I'm flexin', hoo
Bitch, you guessed it
I'm still with my niggas, come and test us
O.G.G

Bitch, you guessed it
Walkin' around with extra in my pocket
Bitch, you next to us, why the fuck are you next to us?
Bitch, you should come test us
I seen what you rockin' and, bitch, you can't dress with us
Seen what your bitch look like
And, nigga, I wasn't impressed or nothin'
Fuck nigga, come and talk it out
Fuck nigga, we ain't talkin' it out
What the fuck we finna talk about?
All we know is that Mula, Benjis, Franklins
And that Guala, Fetti with us
Bunch of young niggas
Bunch of them bitches, all in they whip
Lickin' on tit
Runnin' my check up, I think I'm with Nike, I'm sprintin'
Sheesh, y'all couldn't hear me?
Bitch, you guessed it
You was motherfuckin' right

Bitch, you guessed it, hoo
Still with my niggas and we flexin', hoo
Bitch, you guessed it
Bitch, you guessed it, hoo
You was right
Still with my niggas and we flexin', hoo
Bitch, you guessed it

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Writer(s): Benedict Chiajulam Ihesiaba, Brandon Ray Thomas